The Reveries of a Solitary Walker

I don’t have one specific place to go to when I need to recharge my batteries, but I have a ritual which usually makes me feel a bit better. An early morning experience – a walk, cycle, run, or just gazing out of a train window after an overnight journey. These moments are invariably alone,…

Celebrating the festive season in Tanzania and beyond.

This is without a shadow of a doubt my favourite time of year. Past Christmases and New Years have seen me dancing until dawn in Amsterdam, drinking champagne on the streets of Coimbra, sledging in Stockholm, having tea with a group of Bedouin women in Petra, visiting Sylvia Plath’s grave in West Yorkshire, raving in…

A wintery walk in Baldock with Vera and Baron.

Living overseas from my family, I often get a little, homesick… ok, ok, I often get terribly homesick. But I am not really sure what for – my mum, my sisters, my friends or perhaps just the familiarity of England. Well whatever the feeling is, or why I get it, looking at this painting gives…